My Way Frank Sinatra akordy

And^D now the end is^F♯mi near

And so I ^Amiface the final c^H7urtain

My fri^Emiend, I'll say it cl^Emi7ear

I'll state my c^A7ase of which I'm ^Dcertain

I've l^Dived ^Dmi7 a life that's f^D7ull

I've travelled ^Geach and every ^Gmihighway

And m^Dore, much more than ^A7this

I did it ^Gmy w^Day

Reg^Drets, I've had a f^Dmi7ew

But then ag^Amiain, too few to ^H7mention

I d^Emiid what I had to ^Emi7do

And saw it t^A7hrough without ex^Demption

I pla^Dnned ^Dmi7each charted ^D7course

Each careful st^Gep along the b^Gmiyway

And ^Dmore, much more than ^A7this

I did it ^Gmy w^Day

Y^Aes there were t^Dimes,^Dmi7 I'm sure y^D7ou knew

When I bit o^Gff more than I could ^Gmichew

But through it ^Emi7all when there was ^A7doubt

I ate it ^F♯miup and spit it ^Hmiout

I faced it ^Emi7all, and I stood ^A7tall

And did it ^Gmy w^Day

I've l^Doved, I've laughed and ^Dmi7cried

I've had my ^Amifill, my share of ^H7loosing

And ^Eminow as tears sub^Emi7side

I find it ^A7all so am^Dusing

To th^Dink ^Dmi7 I did all t^D7hat

And may ^GI say, not in a sh^Gmiy way

Oh, n^Do, oh, no not m^A7e

I did it m^Gy w^Day

For wh^Aat is a m^Dan,^Dmi7 what has h^D7e got

If not hims^Gelf, then he has n^Gmiaught

To say the ^Emi7things, he truly f^A7eels

And not the w^F♯miords of one who ^Hmikneels

The record sh^Emi7ows, I took the b^A7lows

And did it m^Gy w^Day

(A ^{D Dmi7 Am7 D7 G Gmi D F♯mi/C♯ Hmi} )

Y^Aes, it was m^Gy wa^Dy